A Pigeon Pair: Sweetheart, Let's Get Married novel Chapter 54

Everly sensed the gaze from Maverick.

As she turned around, she met his eyes.

She was a little surprised, but not because of the awkwardness that their eyes met.

It was the way he looked at her. It was like something she had never seen before.

It was neither possession, deepness nor coldness. It was ... hesitation.

The phone in his hand kept ringing, but his eyes were like asking if he could answer the phone.

Everly thought that maybe she was thinking too much.

Recently she had been quite abnormal. Why did she keep thinking about these things?

To Maverick, surely he wouldn't hang up his daughter's call.

Quickly retracted his gaze, he picked up the phone.

Since the space in the car was limited, even though she couldn't hear clearly, Everly could vaguely tell that the voice was from a girl.

Having no intention of eavesdropping, she buried herself in the documents when Maverick answered the phone.

She thought that she couldn't hear what he talked about if she focused on her work.

However, she still inevitably noticed something. Hearing his voice, Everly paused.

She could not tell what kind of feeling it was to hear Maverick talking to another girl in such a gentle voice.

Nevertheless, the sense of the unstoppable loss was just too strong that it was unable for her to ignore it. It was like her heart to be wrung by a knife.

She must calm herself down!

'Stop it, Everly.'

'Maybe he can afford it, but you can't.'

"What's wrong? Why did you change your phone number? ... If it goes well, it will take about two days."

As Maverick spoke, a girl's muffled voice came out from his phone.

At the moment, an idea just hit Everly's mind. Maverick was engaged with someone from the Kahl family!

Would it be his fiancée?

Tightly grabbing the document folder, she was frustrated and found it hard to breathe in such a small space.

Maverick responded in a low voice as he heard of something from the other end of the phone, "I didn't see it, that's why I missed the call. I'll find her as soon as I am back. Is she behaving herself? ... OK. I gotta go. "

Maverick hung up the phone as the other end did.

With her lips slightly pursed, Everly tried her best to restrain her emotion.

She found herself quite pathetic.

What the hell was this strange feeling?

Why did she have such a feeling towards Maverick?

Could it be that she really had a crush on him during his time after time approaches with unknown purpose?

If that was the case, she must cut it off as soon as possible!

After that, Maverick did not say anything else. Everly was happy to see that since she really needed to focus and take a good look at the data at hand. For now, her priority was to do a good job.

Hendrix had mentioned that Maverick was here because something had happened.

After reading the data, Everly came to realize that the problem lay in the supply.

If they did not communicate properly in time, it would probably hurt Lamont Group's image, since the volume of goods was relatively large. Obviously, someone wanted to make things difficult for him as Maverick had just ascended to the top.

Everly had a rough understanding of what had happened after reading the material carefully. But she still had no idea why she was here. As for other procedures like communication and so on, apparently Maverick would do it himself.

It was said that powerful outsiders could hardly afford to neglect local bullies. Although Lamont Group was a famous listed company, Weirdale was not Maverick's territory.

The list of suppliers from Jayden was not easy to deal with.

Even Maverick came out himself this time, she still had no idea about how far they could go.

Time was money. The construction needed to be continued. They had no time to waste.

Their hooliganism was just unfair to the Lamont Group.

At the time they got off the car, Maverick threw Everly his coat.

He wasn't over-dressed up in a formal suit. Leaving the collar unbuttoned, his sexy collarbone lay under the grey shirt, with the seductive Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

Standing at the entrance of the clubhouse, he looked down at Everly and said in a low voice, "You don't have to drink. Just follow me and listen to me only no matter what they say. Understood?"

His words reminded her of the memory that she took his place on drinking last time. Speaking of which, she could still remember the discomfort in her stomach, to which he would never do that again.

While as a matter of fact, he seemed not to be as cruel as he looked. At the very least, he told her not to drink.

She nodded immediately.

They didn't know here well as City C. Weirdale was also a big city, but this area was complicated.

According to the data from Jayden, the supplier seemed to have something to do with the Rice family. The Rices, the Kahls, the Lamonts, and the Crokes were all wealthy families belonging to the same sector in City C.

It was just that the Lamonts had gained more fame in the past two years.

The Rice family was the new blood between them. There were many officials in their family, except for Declan, who went into business and had done quite well in that field.

Everly only knew a little about these things after she became Maverick's secretary.

This time, the supplier seemed to have a connection with the Rice family.

Following Maverick, she walked into the clubhouse, where she felt extremely strange and cold. She was puzzled to have this feeling, maybe it was because they weren't in City C.

Led by the waiter, they soon arrived at the private room on the second floor.

When the door opened, a table full of people was in sight.

Standing behind Maverick, Everly took a peep at the inside of the room and was shocked at what she saw.

People sitting there were obviously not nice. They all looked tall and big with rascal temperament.

In total, they were more like gang members.

She wasn't sure why Maverick would come to such an occasion personally.

His appearance in such a place was just like a square peg in a round hole.

Perhaps Everly did not even realize it. No matter how she complained about Maverick, her first impression of him was deeply ingrained.

The Maverick she knew was the commander who always dressed in formal and stood high above the masses, one would never frown no matter what happened.

Someone burst into laughter, which was as ear-piercing as if a chair slashing across the floor.

"Mr. Maverick, it's a great pleasure to meet you! I didn't expect to see you in person. Come on, take a seat!"

What a hooligan!